150 “Homely. I hope you will always remember——” Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. ’ Fury rippled again. And it hampers us. ’ A reluctant laugh escaped him. ” She saw him flinch, but he gave no sign of it in his tone.
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